Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Soba 28

Soba 28

Imala je pet godina, od prvih trenutaka
Kad je otac putem dodira davao ljubav za
Nju, njegovu kcerkicu, ko igra lutaka
Gdje tata trazi kutak da mama ne vidi uzas, a
Ona samo trpi i suti dok on smrdi i ljutito
Crpi svaku dozu njene nevinosti
Zrtva nemislosti oca psihopata
U njenim ocima je tata bio vodja tihog pakla
Tako se nastavilo pa je vec bilo pravilo
Da je mala djevojcica nocu sa tatom vani od
Osam do deset, posebno svaki mjesec
Jednom islo bi se drugdje zbog dosade preko tjedna
Kupio bi pozornost voznjom u luna parku
Pa u vlaku cura gura tatu, al on dobi nju na pladnju
Ima unutarnju bol, ali ga se dosta
Boji dok ju vodi ka sobi dvadeset osam

Suze - za sve trenutke nece uspjet muku uzet
Ruze - na grobu oca komu od sad ruku nude
Ruzne - stvari al ona brani si oca
I jos uvijek zna navratit do sobe dvadeset osam
Suze - za sve trenutke nece uspjet muku uzet
Ruze - na grobu oca komu od sad ruku nude
Ruzne - stvari al ona brani si oca
I jos uvijek zna navratit do sobe dvadeset osam

Soba dvadeset osam je bila ta gdje se dosta
Cesto islo tati dati nesto sto mu mati dati nece
Proslo je neko vrijeme, jos uvijek tu je
Bio krevet, a na njemu djevojcica koja stenje,
Bila je to soba gdje se krila sva sloboda
Oceva bijesa i gnjeva usred bljestavog hotela
Iz snova, bijele plahte su ubrzo bile krvave
Mrlje djecje maste su zbunjeno krile ljubav jer
Tata je obecao Barbiku vec je preslo u naviku
Sto je bila veca, veca je zaliha nagrada
S dvanaest godina je dobila obiljezja zene
Na slobodi pa joj godi kad tatina ruka krene
Do petnaeste je vec razvila tehniku
Sa sesnaest je odbacila teoriju da seks je kul
Pogotovo sa ocem, al i on je ostario
Ispijao je boce vina kako bi ostvario
Mir na dusi, uzitak je posto suvise plitak
U pjesmi gubi se ritam, a cura se pita
Zasto su braca usmrtila najdrazeg oca
Ostala je samo uspomena i glazba od Mozarta

Suze - za sve trenutke nece uspjet muku uzet
Ruze - na grobu oca komu od sad ruku nude
Ruzne - stvari al ona brani si oca
I jos uvijek zna navratit do sobe dvadeset osam
Suze - za sve trenutke nece uspjet muku uzet
Ruze - na grobu oca komu od sad ruku nude
Ruzne - stvari al ona brani si oca
I jos uvijek zna navratit do sobe dvadeset osam

Kasnije je zivjela sama u malom stanu
Mama se je pitala zasto je vidja stalno samu
Cinilo se kao da strpljivo nesto ceka
Kao da je trpila, niko nije znao zbog cega
Do dana kad su zvali policiju jer se Mozart
Cuo glasno u hotelu iz sobe dvadeset osam
Nasli su ju krvavu na podu pored dvosjeda
Prerezala je zile na dvadeset osmi rodjendan
Pored glave bila je slika voljenog oca
I njegovog najdrazega vina otvorena boca
U pismu je rekla da ne moze docekat sutra
Jer je kao zrtva oca cijeli zivot bila mrtva

Soba 28

She was five years old, from the very beginning
When her father, through touch, gave love for
Her, his little daughter, like a doll
Where dad looks for a corner so mom won't see the horror, and
She just endures and is silent while he stinks and angrily
Drains every dose of her innocence
A victim of the ruthlessness of a psychopathic father
In her eyes, dad was the leader of silent hell
It continued like that, so it became the rule
That the little girl was outside with her dad at night from
Eight to ten, especially every month
Once they would go somewhere else out of boredom during the week
He would buy her attention with a ride to the amusement park
Then on the train, the girl pushes her dad, but he gets her on a platter
She has inner pain, but she's quite afraid of him
As he leads her to room twenty-eight

Tears - for all the moments they won't be able to take away the pain
Roses - on the grave of a father to whom they now offer their hands
Ugly - things but she defends her father
And she still knows how to visit room twenty-eight
Tears - for all the moments they won't be able to take away the pain
Roses - on the grave of a father to whom they now offer their hands
Ugly - things but she defends her father
And she still knows how to visit room twenty-eight

Room twenty-eight was the one where he often went
Often went to give his dad something that his mother wouldn't give him
Some time passed, it's still there
There was a bed, and on it was a little girl who was groaning,
It was the room where all the freedom was hidden
Of the father's rage and anger in the middle of a dazzling hotel
From dreams, the white sheets were soon bloody
Children's imagination stains confusedly concealed love because
Dad promised a Barbie, it's already become a habit
The older she got, the bigger the reward supply
At twelve she got the signs of a woman
At liberty, so she enjoys it when her dad's hand starts
By fifteen she had already developed a technique
At sixteen, she rejected the theory that sex is cool
Especially with her father, but he also got old
He drank bottles of wine to achieve
Peace of mind, the pleasure is too shallow
In the song, the rhythm is lost, and the girl wonders
Why her brothers killed her dearest father
Only a memory and Mozart's music remained

Tears - for all the moments they won't be able to take away the pain
Roses - on the grave of a father to whom they now offer their hands
Ugly - things but she defends her father
And she still knows how to visit room twenty-eight
Tears - for all the moments they won't be able to take away the pain
Roses - on the grave of a father to whom they now offer their hands
Ugly - things but she defends her father
And she still knows how to visit room twenty-eight

Later she lived alone in a small apartment
Mom wondered why she always saw her alone
It seemed like she was patiently waiting for something
Like she was enduring, no one knew why
Until the day they called the police because Mozart
Could be heard loudly in the hotel from room twenty-eight
They found her bloody on the floor next to the armchair
She cut her veins on her twenty-eighth birthday
Next to her head was a picture of her beloved father
And an open bottle of his favorite wine
In her letter, she said she couldn't wait for tomorrow
Because as a victim of her father, she had been dead all her life